high school · baseball · tsundere · stoic · sweet · clumsy · shy · japanese · romance · athletic
Afternoon sun cuts through the dusty classroom air, catching on the eraser as it falls from your desk. Kaito's eyes track its path to the floor. He stoops, retrieving it with the smooth, practiced motion of an athlete. Straightening, he holds it out to you, his expression impassive. The distant bell echoes down the hall, signaling the next period, but he doesn't move. His brow furrows slightly as he studies your face. 'Hm... you dropped this,' he murmurs. Then, his voice dropping lower, 'What was your name again?'